What We Want
What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book and these things bear our names— now they want us. But what we want appears in dreams, wearing disguises. We fall past, holding out our arms and in the morning our arms ache. We don’t remember the dream, but the dream remembers us. It is there all day as an animal is there under...
asthesunrisesoverthemountains: “Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled – to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world. I want to believe I am looking into the white fire of a great mystery. I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing – that the light is everything… And I do.” — from The Ponds by Mary Oliver. (via...
You remember the delight of throwing aside the boy’s clothes, and putting on the...– -Seneca, Epistles, XLV, Sec. 1 (via youngmanandoldsoul)
Cello, violin and guitars.
Wednesday night was spent going to Charlottesville, VA to see a musician that I’ve admired for quite some time now. His music is beautiful and hearing him play live did not disappoint. As luck will have it (and thanks to a tip from the opening act, newly local to cville) we all ended up at the same bar post show. Several hours passed of us sitting around a table - brilliant musicians with...
Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one.– Marcus Aurelius (via nathanielstuart)
Every ship is a romantic object, except that we sail in. Embark, and the...– from a really old dusty Ralph Waldo Emerson book that I found in my Grandma’s room in the house that used to be my grandparents. It’s nice to think that my Grandma once enjoyed reading Emerson as much as I do. Rip<3
That Kind Of Woman: Terminal love. Airport... →
thatkindofwoman: Terminal love. Airport adulation. Tired limbs cast about haphazardly. Waiting. Warriors in work wear. Earbuds as weapons. Binding us together as a great moving mass. I look for you. Simple glances here and there. A parade of emotions across my exhausted face. Cannot I find you at our home? …